Shannon Dittemore

August21st

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Angel Eyes trilogySchool is in session! And that means the littles have vacated my home office. I spent the day scraping goldfish crackers and peanut butter off my keyboard and sorting through their arts and crafts. Beneath it all, I found a couple boxes of books and it got me thinking. It’s been a bit since I’ve done a giveaway!

So, here’s what we’ll do. To enter, you MUST leave me a comment on this blog post with a little story about your first day of school. Because I’m a HUGE believer in fiction, your story does NOT have to be true, just entertaining (and clean!). It doesn’t have to be long; a few sentences will work. Once you’ve shared your story in the comments section, Rafflecopter will let you rack up entries in a few other ways.

Here are the prizes I’m offering:Storyworld First

Three lucky ducks will be drawn at random and will receive a signed copy of Dark Halo with a couple bookmarks to share.

And one VERY lucky duck will be chosen BY ME. From the comments section, I’ll choose my favorite first-day-of-school story. The winner will receive his or her choice of any book in my Angel Eyes trilogy as well as my pal, Jill Williamson’s, upcoming book on writing, Storyworld First.

I’ll let the giveaway run until 9/1 (which just happens to be the day Jill’s book releases!) and I’ll notify the winners via email.

So, let’s have some fun, tell a few stories, and win some books!

UPDATE! I’ve chosen my favorite Back To School story and it was written by Sara Bennett! It was the toilet seat advice that did it for me! ALSO, the three random winners are listed below. EVERYONE CHECK YOUR EMAIL!

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  • Comment by Alyssa Faith — August 21, 2014 @ 12:51 pm

    Unfortunately, no school this year.

  • Comment by Donna Stinson — August 21, 2014 @ 12:51 pm

    I don’t have a fun story to offer about my first day of school but wanted you to know I’m happy you write books and great ones at that. Look forward to reading all of the entries. Love you.

  • Comment by Leah E. Good — August 21, 2014 @ 1:39 pm

    I had a wonderful “first day of school” because I didn’t have to do school! This is my first official school year as a college graduate. 🙂 I did offer my brother sympathy as he started college, though.

  • Comment by Emma — August 21, 2014 @ 6:02 pm

    I’ve been un-officially in 9th grade since the beginning of August. xD I was still finishing up my science from last year, and right now I’m finishing my (really horrible) photography class.

  • Comment by Sarah P — August 21, 2014 @ 7:39 pm

    Best ‘first day of school’ ever. I homeschool two of my little ones. Last year I announced ‘school time’ after summer was done… and they both cheered and ran for the books. Love their eagerness to learn!

  • Comment by Cassia Schaar — August 21, 2014 @ 7:40 pm

    A week before the first day arrived last year, some friends and I decided to go out for coffee before class. All of us agreed it would be a good kick off.
    William—the only one with a drivers license other than myself at the time— insisted that we try out a new coffee shop he had heard about. None of us protested especially when he said it was cheaper than Starbucks.
    Half and hour later, I asked Willi if we were lost and being the person he was, he insisted that he knew exactly where we were going. But fifteen minutes later he still drove aimlessly through the streets. I pointed out the mint house we’d passed five times. We were going in circles.
    Eventually we used google maps on someone’s phone and found our way there. My vanilla latte was great but I would have liked to sit and talk while I enjoyed it. We were about to do so until Mackenzie noticed the time.
    Willi sped back to school, taking his corners quickly and giving a few of us heart attacks in the process. Of course, Murphy’s law had to kick in right then because we hit nearly every red light. By the time we arrived at school, we were twenty-five minutes late.
    The whole event sure proved itself to make it a very memorable first day.
    This year we’re planning on going to the same coffee shop ^ ^

  • Comment by Kate Endres — August 21, 2014 @ 9:13 pm

    Honors Intro Chem, MWF, 830am.
    First day of class, as much as I dislike mornings, I was doing well, and totally got out the door in time to be early to class. I walked four or five blocks across a dead campus. What’s going on?
    Oh, yeah. Fridays class is pushed half an hour early to extend chapel time.
    I was so embarrassed when I walked into class, walked up the steps to find a seat in the back, and listened to the professor introduce how her class would go.
    I finished the pre-assessment test, and as I walked out, the professor was returning. I apologized, and she said not to worry. It was my first week, after all.
    “Um, not quite. I’m a senior.”
    “Well, they call them senior moments for a reason!”
    True story. If a few years old…

  • Comment by Sara Bennett — August 22, 2014 @ 11:31 am

    Completely fictional, I’m homeschooled ^.^

    One does not usually find themselves waking up with a trumpet blaring in their ear. But that was unfortunately how my day started. And, to make things even worse, it was the first day of school too. Which my father did not hesitate to remind me.
    “First day of school Cindi!! Wake up and smell the bacon.”
    “I think I’d rather sleep and dream about pigs living free and in the wild.”
    “Well then they would boars wouldn’t they? Or hogs…what’s the difference between and boar, a hog, and a pig?” He raises an eyebrow as he pokes my leg. “I don’t know and neither do you so let’s get you to school so you can teach me something to!” He picks up some laundry I tossed on the floor the night before and start to use it as makeshift pom-poms.
    “Give me an S! Give me a C! Give me an H! Give me a double O! Give me an L! What’s that spell? SCHOOL!”
    “Dad, please stop. I’m definitely awake now so it’s safe for you to leave so I can get dressed.”
    “Alrighty then, make sure you bring your school bag downstairs with you. I don’t want us to forget it.”
    “I’ve got it under control.” I promise as I push him out the door and lock it behind him. Any other day I would have tried to fall asleep again but now that summer is over I will have to get up earlier. No more reading tumblr or books late at night, sadly. At least dad will be happier. Being in the army before I was born he’s retained a lot of the habits from a boot camp. Or so it seems. Singing at dawn and giving me wake up calls. Expecting me to want to go out and run around our neighborhood…for fun. It’s not that I’m not thankful I reason as I brush my hair. It’s just that we’re completely different and without mom to be a buffer between us it can make things blurred. He sometimes forgets what my personality is like. Especially on the first day of school. He’s ten times more excited and anxious about everything. I would find it cute if it was someone else’s father. But maybe this year will be better then last year when he insisted on walking me to my locker and my first class. Not the best way to start high school if you ask me. I’ve already told him several times that he is not allowed to do anything embarrassing like that this year. I survey my outfit and minimal makeup and decide it’s the best I’ll be able to do. My bag is already packed from when I was making sure everything was ready last night. So I wouldn’t have much to do this morning. I take a quick inventory even though I double checked it last night. Books, pencils, erasers, notebooks, pens, calculator, etc. I’ve got anything and everything I could possibly need. I head downstairs to hear my father singing while he’s cooking.
    “Oh they’ll be hopping around the mountain when they come, they’ll be hopping around the mountain whe- Cindi!” He rushes over and gives me a bear hug.
    ‘You look gorgeous! Now come have some bacon.”
    “I’ll have a small piece.” I tell him as I pull some yogurt out of the fridge. I’ve wanted to be a vegetarian for a long time but dad loves his meat too much for me to stop eating it all together. We enjoy a quick breakfast with dad humming and improving songs (his words not mine) so that they include kangaroos. He swears that God made kangaroos to be awesome and an inspiration to al of us. I secretly think the same about penguins but I haven’t said anything to him. Once we finish he hurries me along to the car and triple checks that I’ve put my seatbelt on and that I have my book bag. On the five minute drive to the high school he reminds me that I have to tell him if anyone (including the teachers) put me down so he’ll know if he needs to talk to anyone. And to be respectful to the lunch ladies because they could give you food poisoning if they wanted to. And if the toilets have lids to put the lid down once I’m finished. I nod along and agree at the appropriate times and we’re there quickly enough. I step out of the car quickly and I am very relieved when he doesn’t get out with me. Maybe this year can start without an incident. I could be wrong though, he brought me lunch in the middle of lunch period in 6th grade.
    “Now Cindi, remember to go in there and let your light shine bright. You’re a smart girl and you would have made a wonderful kangaroo…but God must have had other plans so go in there and knock them metaphorically dead!”
    “Thanks dad.” I lean over and give him a quick hug. He really is a great guy despite how embarrassing he is. I walk towards the front of the school and smile when I hear the car start again. I’ve almost made it to the doors along with the crowd of other students when I hear a familiar shout.
    “Cindi!! Did you remember your menstrual items?” I groan and turn around to nod yes.
    Maybe not completely free of incidents as I shoot glare over to some the boys laughing behind their hands. Then I turn around and hold my head high like my dad wanted me to and enter the building for my first day of school.

  • Comment by Mary Preston — August 23, 2014 @ 2:23 am

    I can still remember my very first day of school. My banana was too big for my lunch-box. I thought the sky had fallen in. I was so upset.

  • Comment by Bethany — August 23, 2014 @ 7:06 am

    I had never been to school before. I was a homeschool. So as I stood in front of the daunting college I couldn’t help but gulp. My brother gave me explicit directions to my classroom, and I didn’t get trampled on the way there. Maybe things would be okay after all. The rest of the day was fine, besides the fact that I threw a pretest that wouldn’t really affect me because I ran out of time between classes, but what’s a girl to do? The day ended, and I came home, with homework. Yes.

    Bethany

  • Comment by Heather — August 25, 2014 @ 6:28 pm

    Since I’ve graduated, the only taste of first day of school I have is working at a college café. And while working there doing the semester my thought is always, “I’m glad I’m not going to class.”

  • Comment by EmilyK — August 28, 2014 @ 6:09 am

    I can’t wait to read this book! Thanks!

  • Comment by ashley — August 30, 2014 @ 3:32 pm

    My first day of school, was some what exciting..but I knew mostly what to expect.The same kids, same teachers. Until we got new kids and a new teacher. So that was good…one of my friends was in my class and I had an awesome, funny teacher. So, yeah…

  • Comment by Corina — August 31, 2014 @ 8:31 pm

    My first day of school this year was very exciting, as it so happened to be my first day as a freshman and my first day in high school. I was very excited because I hated my previous middle school and was so ready to get a fresh start and meet new people coming in from all these other schools and places. I was excited because I wanted to really put myself out there and not be labeled as that shy, quiet girl anymore. At the end of the day, I was really proud of myself for keeping up with my promise. Even though I still sometimes get social anxiety around people, I intend to keep the promise I made to myself all throughout high school, no matter how many awkward situations (and there are a lot) I encounter.

  • Comment by Christine Monica Johanna Schmidt — September 7, 2014 @ 6:04 pm

    My first day of school I was late. And this year was not because I was reluctant to let go of my summer and my sleep. Rumor had it that school was starting an hour later. After juicing my breakfast, and arriving a half an hour late I rushed upstairs to guidance to get my schedule. Fortunately my teacher was understanding, and didn’t mark me as tardy. The rest of my day went off as usual, classes, people I know saying hi, and my plans for my clubs I am president of formjng as giant clouds inside my head…. last year in high school and nothing special, leaving me with the thought, I can’t wait for college

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